So as 2012 comes and the theoretical apocalypse that most likely will not happen, I always find myself wanting to make New Years resolutions or rather, hopes for the new year. So what are your hopes for the new year?
Mine are:
1. Publish the anthology I'm putting together.
2. Finish one of my many novels.
3. Get a stable job and off disability.
4. Make sure a Republican doesn't get into office.
5. See the Avengers movie and new Spider-man film and the Batman film.
6. Lose weight.
7. Try not to kill anyone.
Finish a novel
Put 20,000 miles on my Bikes
take my son trout fishing more
read a book that breaks my heart
write a book that breaks your heart
Drink 40 gallons of Scotch, 30 gallons of Rye and 200 gallons of beer
Work on my gardenining, Fishing, chicken rearing and make my dog happy.
1. Get out of the research stage and start writing my novel.
2. Stop getting hospitalized so often.
3. Learn to crochet (starting that one now!).
4. Become fluent in French (about half way there).
5. Get a non-food related job that pays more than minimum wage.
6. Stop eating so much chocolate.
7. Watch The Hobbit before the world ends on December 21.
There are a few reasons. The first one is I'm insanely clumsy and have sprained or broken a bone at least once every two years since fourth grade. The second one is I have epilepsy, and my doctor and insurance say it needs to be regularly tested (they are idiots). The third reason is I just get sick a lot. You know that kid in every cartoon who always has some random ailment, yeah, that's me.
1 Finish one of my stories, get it published.
2 Go to more metal concerts
3 Not piss off my family so much
4 Do something real
5 Feel real
6 (Hopefully...) make out with that cute kid in my class....
7 Try not to recreate Columbine
8 Try not to lose ALL my emotions.
1. Write more. Write better. Srsly.
2. Get my own beautiful place. None of this dark cramped apartment crap. Big windows, please.
3. Figure out my relationship status once and for all.
4. Get braces.
5. Buy a new pair of glasses.
6. Pay off ridiculous bank fees on an account I've never used.
7. Enrol to vote, four years late.
8. Adhere to my veganism.
9. Volunteer at an animal shelter.
10. Make bank.
K sounds good!
1. Don't smoke when I drink.
2. Don't bitch about being able to make a living from writing. Even if my editors are idiots and I'm consistently being punished for being good at my job. Yeah, yeah, I'm lucky to have a job and all that crap, just stop treating me like a sub-par freelancer, you cunts.
3. Don't read so much fucking news. There's keeping up to date on current affairs, and there's allowing social media and instant gratification poison your life. Do I really need to know precisely how a nine-year-old girl was beaten to death by a suspected felon in a community of known sex offenders? No. No, I don't.
If I achieve half of these, I'll consider myself doing very much okay. Yes, half of three is tricky to attain. I have great hopes for January. Happy New Year's, everyone.
@Alien -- haha no I haven't fallen off the wagon but I've only been doing this for a month so I haven't had too much time for failure. It's not as difficult as I assumed it would be, I'm just cooking a lot more often, which isn't a bad thing. And if I was gonna relapse, it definitely wouldn't be to burgers... burgers are scary.
But milk chocolate is hard for an addict like me to resist. And I love sushi so much. These are my weaknesses, here's hoping for the strength to withstand them ;)
1. Try not to kill anyone.
2. Sound more like Chuck.
3. Build at least a leggo bridge.
4. I'm tired of writing good stuff, now I want to publish (it, too).
5. Develop an efficient selective deafness.
6. Get a perceptible income from somewhere inspiring.
7. *Classified*
Thought this was fitting:
Glad to hear that somebody was able to make that situation work.
When I did it I never saw anybody make progress. I had, at my height, three sleeping bags and someone sleeping on the couch of my apartment, the sleeping bags made it out as soon as they could manage, but couch was... couch guy and me have become bitter enemies and sometimes I see people who look like him, say at the grocery store or at a pharmacy, and to this day my first thought is, I should attack that motherfucker right now just on the off chance that it is Andrew,
I gave it another shot a couple of months ago. I took the lessons I had learned to heart and I tried to handle things in a different manner. It lasted only a week or so, but the other party... regressed. It was a shame, I like helping people and it is nice when you see them make progress, quite disappointing in the reverse. Her night terrors were a major issue ("I don't mind you talking in your sleep, none of my business, I don't listen. But do you have to spend so much time screaming?" (she slept on the couch, there was nothing going on there, but in a studio apartment it's bad enough to have someone screaming all night on your couch)) but still, I had hoped that I'd be able to see some forward progress before she bolted.
And stole virtually every pocket-sized item in my apartment except for the things locked up in my "you need a warrant for that" safe.